Gift for purple_moon123 final part/part five
Title: Masquerade, part five/final part
Request: After Season 1, Gabe and Chloe move and she reunites with Clark on his first day at The Daily Planet
Type: Fic
For: purple_moon123
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 12, 665
Summary: Chloe hasn’t seen Clark in ten years, but some feelings never change.
Author’s Note: Per the prompt, nothing past Vortex (2.01) applies to what happened with Chloe and Clark. Also this Cat Grant is very much the Lois and Clark version and even Perry here has a bit of Elvis-inspired love.
Chapter Five
Clark was probably not coping with Chloe out on a date with Lex in the best possible way. A normal guy would be home watching bad sitcom reruns and eating pizza. A better superhero would actually be patrolling. He was sitting on the roof of the insurance agency a block down, watching the entrance to the restaurant. He stopped at actually using his gifts to overhear or see it, but she needed just an eye on her. If she were dumb enough to whip out her illicit LexCorp photos and grilling Lex on them, then things could escalate fast.
He was helping her.
Totally.
It wasn’t like stalking at all.
She’d only been there about fifteen minutes, when she came rushing out like someone was after her and rushed into the alley. Clark stilled and watched the mouth of the restaurant first, trying to make sure Lex or anyone on his payroll wasn’t following her. When he was sure no one was actively after her, he swooped into the alley and found her with her knees up to her chest and tears running down her cheeks.
“Ms. Lane?” he asked, and he knelt down next to her, his cape falling into the puddle near them in the alley. “What happened?”
She shook her head. “How can you be a good superhero if you’re always bumping into me? I gave you the interview.”
“Yeah, uh, nice name,” he said. See that would be different than Clark because he hated it. “Why are you crying? Did Lex hurt you?”
“No, my damage was done long ago. I needed a minute. I’m fine, and I ruined my chance to quiz him on the evidence.”
Clark crossed his arms over his chest. “That’s a stupid plan.”
“Well, you can’t help me because of green lights or whatever. Superman, I have to figure something out. He’s hurting people. It’s sick and I’m going to stop it.”
“So you show him your pictures that clearly you can’t print yet and he confesses like a Bond villain? I thought you were a Pulitzer nominee.”
“I was and I can’t…he’s got them trussed up like lab animals. He can’t do that!” she was crying again and that threw Clark. He’d seen her do it before, but mostly after he’d pulled her out of her own coffin. Chloe wasn’t really that type and “Lois” even less so. He was beyond confused.
He wrapped his arms around her and rocked her a bit. “Ms. Lane, shhh. I’m sure you and Mr. White can figure something out. I’ll keep gathering evidence too. Don’t be upset.”
She didn’t get to say anything because he heard the sound of guns being cocked behind him. Damn it. He had to get better at hearing everything at once and not focusing too hard on one thing. Superhearing was only helpful if he used it. Clark whirled around fast and pushed Chloe behind him.
The two men in the alley were dressed in jeans, t-shirts and had panty hose over their face. “We want her purse.”
Chloe sniffled and rolled her eyes. “Fine, it’s the capper on a shit sundae. Take it and go,” she added, tossing her bag at them.
Clark didn’t think that was fair. It wasn’t like bullets were going to hurt him. “The lady didn’t mean it.”
“Are you serious? I know how to get mugged. I’ve lived here since I was eighteen. I’ve been mugged three times. Jesus, just let me do this.”
The muggers eyed each other but, oddly, didn’t make a move.
“Lois, I’ll handle this,” he said, taking a calming breath. “Look, it’s not worth it. I’m going to let you walk instead of if we play this out. Then I’ll truss you up and you’ll be in jail in under thirty seconds.”
“Try us, freak,” the mugger said.
Clark sighed and rushed forward, ignoring the guns going off. He’d been shot at more times than he could count and, after Rickman, they no longer bruised. It was like when flies landed on humans. Except something intense and awful tore through his shoulder on the second shot. Clark screamed as his arm went numb and crumbled to the ground. He watched, horrified, as Chloe lunged forward on the closest mugger and wrestled the gun out of his hand. She turned and shot both quickly in the knee caps.
He whistled. She disabled them fast for a human.
What the Hell had she been learning?
Chloe shrugged. “My cousin taught me a lot after the first time I was mugged. She and Uncle Sam didn’t want any victims in their family,” she added, getting to her knees and rifling through the first moaning mugger’s pocket. “Shit.”
“What?” he groaned. His arm was burning pretty badly now, and it was getting hard to see. Why were things blurry again?’
“Superman, they’re from LexCorp. This was a set-up. Damn it!” she swore and shocked him again by using the butt of the pistol to knock both men hard in the temple and render them unconscious.
Clark coughed and was confused when he spit out blood. “I…were the bullets made of meteor rock?”
Chloe knelt beside him and started poking at his shoulder. He howled when she did it. “Oh, Clark.”
“You know?”
“Yes, I’m not a moron and you look the same, glasses or not.”
“I…but you were talking all about how great Superman was at work!”
“You’re bleeding to death here, can we focus?” she snapped. “I…Jesus, I can see the bullet. Oh, bite down on something, I think I can pull it out?”
Clark nodded. “Do it. I can’t…it’s really cold, Chlo.”
She said nothing but went to work and he swore when she dug her fingers into the wound. It was taking so long, and he wasn’t kidding anymore. Everything was cold and blurry and he couldn’t really make out what she was saying. Maybe he could just take a nap for a minute. It was taking her long enough to get the bullet out. He was almost asleep when something bright caught his attention and suddenly he felt a lot better.
Clark sat up and watched Chloe toss the bullet far away to the other side of the alley. But that wasn’t all. She was glowing brightly, like the Vegas strip, and it was the most unusual and also the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Clark looked down at his shoulder and saw that it was whole again and that was fast, even for him. Chloe finally had her glow die down and she shrugged back at him.
“What?” she said, smirking even through watery eyes. “You thought you were the only one with a secret?”
**
Clark flew her to the Fortress.
He wasn’t even sure why. It seemed wrong to get blood on Chloe’s apartment, and his didn’t have a bed in it (pointless when he floated in his sleep). There was a modest set up like an apartment in a corner of the Fortress, and he knew enough about it to set the temperature for humans as well. It was safer than the city right now. Somehow, Lex’s men knew all about his weaknesses, and he suspected he hadn’t cut the feed as well as he’d hoped back at the lab.
Perfect and he’d only had three days in the city.
He sucked at being a superhero. Maybe he was an idiot to even try.
Chloe’s eyes were huge as he set her down on the bed there. It was covered in thick furs, not that he needed them, and he’d already started the process of heating the Fortress for her. “What is this place?”
“How much do you actually know about me?” he asked, feeling really dumb talking to her in the outfit now that she knew. Shaking his head, he blurred to his makeshift closet and threw on jeans and a t-shirt.
She whistled when her vision caught up with him. “I might never get used to that.”
“Maybe I don’t want you to.”
She shrugged. “You came in the first shower. I didn’t realize that till Lex explained about the second one and the others.”
“I took care of them. They were dangerous and they’re currently locked up, trust me. I…this is super awkward.”
“That’s it? That’s what I get? You whisk me away to your giant ass, alien ice palace and I get ‘this is awkward?’”
He grinned. “I said it was ‘super awkward.’ I was born on a planet called Krypton. There was a terrible war and the planet got destroyed. Before my birth parents died, they sent me here with a ship and the ability to build up an archive. This is it. I didn’t even know the alien part at all till freshman year. I…well…I never dove after Lex’s Porsche. After I got mad at Dad over it, he came clean about me being a lot more than just weird.”
Chloe’s lip trembled. “What?”
“Didn’t hurt,” he said.
That was technically true. Physically, neither a Porsche nor a thresher had touched him. Emotionally? He’d never recovered from having been torn out of his happy little bubble of denial. He missed being able to pretend he was human, even now.
“I wish you’d told me. I was a bitch about prying and I didn’t know. I probably should have, especially with your adoption stuff. I’d like to think if I’d known it would have been better.”
Clark shrugged and sat next to her on the bed. “It hurts and it’ll always hurt, Chlo, and I don’t like talking much about it.”
“Then why tell me now?”
“Because I don’t like lying and I hated you even pretending to care about ‘Superman’ more. I missed you like crazy for ten years, never stopped thinking about you,” he trailed off then.
There was no way to go further without explaining he’d never really done much with anyone. He’d made out some with Lana in sophomore and junior years, but it had never gone far. Honestly, even drugged out on Red K that horrible summer, he’d always craved blondes and then had no idea what to do with them, never felt up to it, so to speak.
Chloe frowned. “Sure, right.”
“No, exactly right. I’ve never…” he blushed and looked away.
Damn Chloe for being so perceptive. “Oh!”
Clark’s head shot up in superspeed. “I meant I never got over the dance that fell apart. I really did go to save Lana from a tornado. It wasn’t personal.”
She shook her head, her green eyes narrowed. “You’ve never slept with anyone ever, have you?”
“No, sure I have. Lots of girls,” he objected, but his voice sounded too high and tinny to his own ears. God, ten years, later and he still sucked at lying.
“Lots, huh? Name three.”
“I wouldn’t do that,” he lied. “It would be rude.”
Chloe sighed. “Fine, you’re a real stud, Clark. I just…I’m sorry you have all this on you.”
“It’s better,” he admitted. And it mostly was. He wasn’t scared of his heritage anymore and he had great control over his powers. Having Lex’s minions armed with Green K was a complication, but he could figure that out too. He’d get the superhero thing down eventually, assuming he didn’t get killed first. Tonight came close. He frowned back at her. “How did you save me?”
“Meteor rocks,” she said, shrugging back at him. “I guess I got exposed for enough in town or something. I didn’t know infections could even be latent. After Lionel was sent away, he ordered a calling card for me. Some guy who could make his arms turn into liquid metal found me, stabbed the Hell out of me, and left me for dead. Then I pulled the light show and…”
“…you healed.”
“Yeah, it took a bit longer and that’s another story before I found out I could do it for others. Let’s just say Lois has terrible luck, uh, the real one.”
“The fake one isn’t doing much better. Chlo, we have to have a better plan about Lex’s labs. It might take time, but he’s already got people trailing you.”
“Or they were coming for you, based on the green glow---the meteor rock enhanced lights or something.”
“I think, yeah.”
“Based on everything at the lab. So you’re not exactly home free either. Clark, we can’t just leave them there to rot. If things were different, that could be us. It’s not right.”
He hugged her close and kissed the top of her head. “And I’m not letting you run off and get killed. We’ll figure it out. Maybe we need more back up. We could see if the Green Arrow or that Bat-Guy can help. We’ll think of something.”
“I think you’re a little new for joint ventures. So far, you broke into a lab, revealed your weakness, gave an interview, saved a kitten, and got shot.”
“I stopped a bank robbery too!”
“Maybe you’re not ready for prime time, at least not solo.”
“I never had this much trouble in Africa or South Korea.”
“Welcome to the show,” she huffed. “I’ll put my feelers out to Pete, see what he knows about that Bat-Guy. I hear the A.D.A. there, Dawes, knows him. We’ll figure this out, but you Lex knows your weakness so you’re going to have to be extra careful around him.”
“And you promise not to just ambush him until we have a real plan to shut his work down?”
“Okay, deal, but I’m not a damsel here or anything.”
“I think, if I remember tonight correctly, you’re the one who made sure that I didn’t bleed to death.”
Chloe snorted. “Maybe I just need an outfit, puh-leeze.”
“No, but I like being honest better than trying to pretend I’m not Superman around you, and I’m glad you were honest about your powers. Maybe you’re not a patrol type vigilante, but maybe I can toss ideas off of you or, uh, get a pick me up if I get shot again which I really plan on not doing.”
Chloe nodded and untangled enough from him to shake his hand. “Deal. I’ll work with you Superman.”
“Then you’ll need a name.”
“I’ll come up with my own, thank you very much.”
“Oh, no, you stuck me with the worst name ever. Mom called and said it was awful, by the way.”
“I bet your dad’s secretly thrilled.”
“Anyway, how about Nightingale? You heal, you know?”
“It’s not awful,” she said and then she surprised him by kissing him, her lips straying over his. When she pulled away, her green eyes were wide and wanting. “I missed you, every day. I tried so hard not to think about you, but I always did. I wished so many times that my first wasn’t that terrible intern my first summer at the DP. It was over before it started.”
Clark blinked. “Huh?”
“Clark, I want you.”
“Oh, I…” he fumbled, standing up fast. “Chlo, that’s…I was shot earlier and it’s been a weird few days and I can’t and…”
“It’s okay if you’ve never, you know.”
Clark stopped and glared back at her. “I have. I don’t know why you keep thinking that.”
Chloe chortled. “You can’t lie for shit. I just, please, we’ve been apart way too long. If things had been different…”
“…yeah, I always felt that too,” he said, swallowing hard. “I love you.”
“I love you too, knew it when you saved me from that crazy cop. I…it’s always you.”
Clark was done with talking then. He shucked off his shirt and jeans in superspeed and blurred back over to the bed. Chloe yipped when she realized what had happened. “Clark! Wow, give a girl some warning.”
He stilled then and blushed. Oh right, that probably wasn’t something other guys did. “I’m sorry. I…”
She reached out and squeezed his hand. “It’s okay. I just like watching. Wait you don’t, uh, in superspeed, do you?”
“I wouldn’t, no,” he said, and he was pretty sure that was true. He knew the difference between the two when he was doing anything else so he was hopeful that he wouldn’t during sex. “If this is weird, I get it.”
She rolled her eyes and took off her top and her skirt, leaving her in only thin lace bra and panties. Clark blinked his heat vision back hard as she quirked her eyebrows at him. “And your eyes glow amber, interesting.”
“Chlo!”
She shrugged and traced her fingers over her nipples through the fabric of her bra. “Well, look at it this way. I’m meteor enhanced and I glow, right?”
“Uh, yeah,” he said and his voice was so husky then, like a stranger’s.
“And you’re an alien so it might be a little sad if everything were exactly the same, don’t you think?”
“This isn’t going to work,” he said, and then he shut up fast because Chloe unhooked her bra and his higher thought stopped at the sight of her rose colored nipples before him.
She ran her fingers in between her breasts and down the midline of her stomach, tracing patterns over her belly button. As he watched, she began to glow rose, and now that he was clear-headed, could see the extent of the light show spreading over her body, he was sure it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“I think we forget about what’s supposed to be normal and just think about us,” she said, kissing him.
That was it. He might not have been human but he was close enough because everything was flowing south and his brain was not getting the blood at all. All he knew was that Chloe was soft and warm in his grip, and he loved the feel of her in his arm. He blurred once more, just one more thing, and had his boxers off and her fully under him on the bed.
Chloe shook her head when she processed everything. “Again, don’t be the fastest man alive tonight.”
He laughed. “I actually don’t think I am. The stripping part’s boring,” he said, nudging against her core with his length.
She said nothing more but started kissing him, her lips teasing over his earlobes and his throat. Clark slammed his eyes shut, feeling the fire rise behind his lids. Without his sight and his bearings, it took a bit to maneuver everything correctly. But he figured it out, and slid slowly into her, hissing at the fiery heat of Chloe around his cock. She was panting under him and trying (but failing) to dig her nails into his back.
He started to rock his hips then and she bucked her own, matching his rhythm until they were going at a frenetic pace. He didn’t feel like his eyes were burning, no. It was as if his body were on fire, every nerve ending exploding with life. Even with his lids slammed shut, he could sense the light building over her, just on the edge of what he could perceive. It spurred him on.
He was rocking harder with her, finally felt her come, screaming his name and he followed soon after, and it was like going nova, like he’d exploded along with her. Then there was the lightness, this incredibly feeling of calm.
Finally, after a while, the burning behind his eyes abated, and Clark felt safe to open his eyes. Chloe was still faintly golden across all of her skin but she was laughing too. “Well, that was different.”
Clark blushed and looked away. “But it wasn’t bad, was it?”
She kissed his lips and bit the lower one a bit as she did it. “It was amazing. I’ve never had an orgasm that left me floating,” she said.
“Huh?”
Chloe pointed down and he groaned, realizing he was still hovering four feet above the mattress and she was still gripped in his arms. “You know, Superman, maybe I got the right name after all.”
He snorted and kissed her cheek. “Nah, Chloe, it’s just us. Here? It’s always just us.”
She snuggled up closer to him and let out a contented sigh, the glow finally disappearing from her skin. “I like that then, Clark. It certainly took long enough.”
“Sure did.”
Request: After Season 1, Gabe and Chloe move and she reunites with Clark on his first day at The Daily Planet
Type: Fic
For: purple_moon123
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 12, 665
Summary: Chloe hasn’t seen Clark in ten years, but some feelings never change.
Author’s Note: Per the prompt, nothing past Vortex (2.01) applies to what happened with Chloe and Clark. Also this Cat Grant is very much the Lois and Clark version and even Perry here has a bit of Elvis-inspired love.
Chapter Five
Clark was probably not coping with Chloe out on a date with Lex in the best possible way. A normal guy would be home watching bad sitcom reruns and eating pizza. A better superhero would actually be patrolling. He was sitting on the roof of the insurance agency a block down, watching the entrance to the restaurant. He stopped at actually using his gifts to overhear or see it, but she needed just an eye on her. If she were dumb enough to whip out her illicit LexCorp photos and grilling Lex on them, then things could escalate fast.
He was helping her.
Totally.
It wasn’t like stalking at all.
She’d only been there about fifteen minutes, when she came rushing out like someone was after her and rushed into the alley. Clark stilled and watched the mouth of the restaurant first, trying to make sure Lex or anyone on his payroll wasn’t following her. When he was sure no one was actively after her, he swooped into the alley and found her with her knees up to her chest and tears running down her cheeks.
“Ms. Lane?” he asked, and he knelt down next to her, his cape falling into the puddle near them in the alley. “What happened?”
She shook her head. “How can you be a good superhero if you’re always bumping into me? I gave you the interview.”
“Yeah, uh, nice name,” he said. See that would be different than Clark because he hated it. “Why are you crying? Did Lex hurt you?”
“No, my damage was done long ago. I needed a minute. I’m fine, and I ruined my chance to quiz him on the evidence.”
Clark crossed his arms over his chest. “That’s a stupid plan.”
“Well, you can’t help me because of green lights or whatever. Superman, I have to figure something out. He’s hurting people. It’s sick and I’m going to stop it.”
“So you show him your pictures that clearly you can’t print yet and he confesses like a Bond villain? I thought you were a Pulitzer nominee.”
“I was and I can’t…he’s got them trussed up like lab animals. He can’t do that!” she was crying again and that threw Clark. He’d seen her do it before, but mostly after he’d pulled her out of her own coffin. Chloe wasn’t really that type and “Lois” even less so. He was beyond confused.
He wrapped his arms around her and rocked her a bit. “Ms. Lane, shhh. I’m sure you and Mr. White can figure something out. I’ll keep gathering evidence too. Don’t be upset.”
She didn’t get to say anything because he heard the sound of guns being cocked behind him. Damn it. He had to get better at hearing everything at once and not focusing too hard on one thing. Superhearing was only helpful if he used it. Clark whirled around fast and pushed Chloe behind him.
The two men in the alley were dressed in jeans, t-shirts and had panty hose over their face. “We want her purse.”
Chloe sniffled and rolled her eyes. “Fine, it’s the capper on a shit sundae. Take it and go,” she added, tossing her bag at them.
Clark didn’t think that was fair. It wasn’t like bullets were going to hurt him. “The lady didn’t mean it.”
“Are you serious? I know how to get mugged. I’ve lived here since I was eighteen. I’ve been mugged three times. Jesus, just let me do this.”
The muggers eyed each other but, oddly, didn’t make a move.
“Lois, I’ll handle this,” he said, taking a calming breath. “Look, it’s not worth it. I’m going to let you walk instead of if we play this out. Then I’ll truss you up and you’ll be in jail in under thirty seconds.”
“Try us, freak,” the mugger said.
Clark sighed and rushed forward, ignoring the guns going off. He’d been shot at more times than he could count and, after Rickman, they no longer bruised. It was like when flies landed on humans. Except something intense and awful tore through his shoulder on the second shot. Clark screamed as his arm went numb and crumbled to the ground. He watched, horrified, as Chloe lunged forward on the closest mugger and wrestled the gun out of his hand. She turned and shot both quickly in the knee caps.
He whistled. She disabled them fast for a human.
What the Hell had she been learning?
Chloe shrugged. “My cousin taught me a lot after the first time I was mugged. She and Uncle Sam didn’t want any victims in their family,” she added, getting to her knees and rifling through the first moaning mugger’s pocket. “Shit.”
“What?” he groaned. His arm was burning pretty badly now, and it was getting hard to see. Why were things blurry again?’
“Superman, they’re from LexCorp. This was a set-up. Damn it!” she swore and shocked him again by using the butt of the pistol to knock both men hard in the temple and render them unconscious.
Clark coughed and was confused when he spit out blood. “I…were the bullets made of meteor rock?”
Chloe knelt beside him and started poking at his shoulder. He howled when she did it. “Oh, Clark.”
“You know?”
“Yes, I’m not a moron and you look the same, glasses or not.”
“I…but you were talking all about how great Superman was at work!”
“You’re bleeding to death here, can we focus?” she snapped. “I…Jesus, I can see the bullet. Oh, bite down on something, I think I can pull it out?”
Clark nodded. “Do it. I can’t…it’s really cold, Chlo.”
She said nothing but went to work and he swore when she dug her fingers into the wound. It was taking so long, and he wasn’t kidding anymore. Everything was cold and blurry and he couldn’t really make out what she was saying. Maybe he could just take a nap for a minute. It was taking her long enough to get the bullet out. He was almost asleep when something bright caught his attention and suddenly he felt a lot better.
Clark sat up and watched Chloe toss the bullet far away to the other side of the alley. But that wasn’t all. She was glowing brightly, like the Vegas strip, and it was the most unusual and also the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Clark looked down at his shoulder and saw that it was whole again and that was fast, even for him. Chloe finally had her glow die down and she shrugged back at him.
“What?” she said, smirking even through watery eyes. “You thought you were the only one with a secret?”
**
Clark flew her to the Fortress.
He wasn’t even sure why. It seemed wrong to get blood on Chloe’s apartment, and his didn’t have a bed in it (pointless when he floated in his sleep). There was a modest set up like an apartment in a corner of the Fortress, and he knew enough about it to set the temperature for humans as well. It was safer than the city right now. Somehow, Lex’s men knew all about his weaknesses, and he suspected he hadn’t cut the feed as well as he’d hoped back at the lab.
Perfect and he’d only had three days in the city.
He sucked at being a superhero. Maybe he was an idiot to even try.
Chloe’s eyes were huge as he set her down on the bed there. It was covered in thick furs, not that he needed them, and he’d already started the process of heating the Fortress for her. “What is this place?”
“How much do you actually know about me?” he asked, feeling really dumb talking to her in the outfit now that she knew. Shaking his head, he blurred to his makeshift closet and threw on jeans and a t-shirt.
She whistled when her vision caught up with him. “I might never get used to that.”
“Maybe I don’t want you to.”
She shrugged. “You came in the first shower. I didn’t realize that till Lex explained about the second one and the others.”
“I took care of them. They were dangerous and they’re currently locked up, trust me. I…this is super awkward.”
“That’s it? That’s what I get? You whisk me away to your giant ass, alien ice palace and I get ‘this is awkward?’”
He grinned. “I said it was ‘super awkward.’ I was born on a planet called Krypton. There was a terrible war and the planet got destroyed. Before my birth parents died, they sent me here with a ship and the ability to build up an archive. This is it. I didn’t even know the alien part at all till freshman year. I…well…I never dove after Lex’s Porsche. After I got mad at Dad over it, he came clean about me being a lot more than just weird.”
Chloe’s lip trembled. “What?”
“Didn’t hurt,” he said.
That was technically true. Physically, neither a Porsche nor a thresher had touched him. Emotionally? He’d never recovered from having been torn out of his happy little bubble of denial. He missed being able to pretend he was human, even now.
“I wish you’d told me. I was a bitch about prying and I didn’t know. I probably should have, especially with your adoption stuff. I’d like to think if I’d known it would have been better.”
Clark shrugged and sat next to her on the bed. “It hurts and it’ll always hurt, Chlo, and I don’t like talking much about it.”
“Then why tell me now?”
“Because I don’t like lying and I hated you even pretending to care about ‘Superman’ more. I missed you like crazy for ten years, never stopped thinking about you,” he trailed off then.
There was no way to go further without explaining he’d never really done much with anyone. He’d made out some with Lana in sophomore and junior years, but it had never gone far. Honestly, even drugged out on Red K that horrible summer, he’d always craved blondes and then had no idea what to do with them, never felt up to it, so to speak.
Chloe frowned. “Sure, right.”
“No, exactly right. I’ve never…” he blushed and looked away.
Damn Chloe for being so perceptive. “Oh!”
Clark’s head shot up in superspeed. “I meant I never got over the dance that fell apart. I really did go to save Lana from a tornado. It wasn’t personal.”
She shook her head, her green eyes narrowed. “You’ve never slept with anyone ever, have you?”
“No, sure I have. Lots of girls,” he objected, but his voice sounded too high and tinny to his own ears. God, ten years, later and he still sucked at lying.
“Lots, huh? Name three.”
“I wouldn’t do that,” he lied. “It would be rude.”
Chloe sighed. “Fine, you’re a real stud, Clark. I just…I’m sorry you have all this on you.”
“It’s better,” he admitted. And it mostly was. He wasn’t scared of his heritage anymore and he had great control over his powers. Having Lex’s minions armed with Green K was a complication, but he could figure that out too. He’d get the superhero thing down eventually, assuming he didn’t get killed first. Tonight came close. He frowned back at her. “How did you save me?”
“Meteor rocks,” she said, shrugging back at him. “I guess I got exposed for enough in town or something. I didn’t know infections could even be latent. After Lionel was sent away, he ordered a calling card for me. Some guy who could make his arms turn into liquid metal found me, stabbed the Hell out of me, and left me for dead. Then I pulled the light show and…”
“…you healed.”
“Yeah, it took a bit longer and that’s another story before I found out I could do it for others. Let’s just say Lois has terrible luck, uh, the real one.”
“The fake one isn’t doing much better. Chlo, we have to have a better plan about Lex’s labs. It might take time, but he’s already got people trailing you.”
“Or they were coming for you, based on the green glow---the meteor rock enhanced lights or something.”
“I think, yeah.”
“Based on everything at the lab. So you’re not exactly home free either. Clark, we can’t just leave them there to rot. If things were different, that could be us. It’s not right.”
He hugged her close and kissed the top of her head. “And I’m not letting you run off and get killed. We’ll figure it out. Maybe we need more back up. We could see if the Green Arrow or that Bat-Guy can help. We’ll think of something.”
“I think you’re a little new for joint ventures. So far, you broke into a lab, revealed your weakness, gave an interview, saved a kitten, and got shot.”
“I stopped a bank robbery too!”
“Maybe you’re not ready for prime time, at least not solo.”
“I never had this much trouble in Africa or South Korea.”
“Welcome to the show,” she huffed. “I’ll put my feelers out to Pete, see what he knows about that Bat-Guy. I hear the A.D.A. there, Dawes, knows him. We’ll figure this out, but you Lex knows your weakness so you’re going to have to be extra careful around him.”
“And you promise not to just ambush him until we have a real plan to shut his work down?”
“Okay, deal, but I’m not a damsel here or anything.”
“I think, if I remember tonight correctly, you’re the one who made sure that I didn’t bleed to death.”
Chloe snorted. “Maybe I just need an outfit, puh-leeze.”
“No, but I like being honest better than trying to pretend I’m not Superman around you, and I’m glad you were honest about your powers. Maybe you’re not a patrol type vigilante, but maybe I can toss ideas off of you or, uh, get a pick me up if I get shot again which I really plan on not doing.”
Chloe nodded and untangled enough from him to shake his hand. “Deal. I’ll work with you Superman.”
“Then you’ll need a name.”
“I’ll come up with my own, thank you very much.”
“Oh, no, you stuck me with the worst name ever. Mom called and said it was awful, by the way.”
“I bet your dad’s secretly thrilled.”
“Anyway, how about Nightingale? You heal, you know?”
“It’s not awful,” she said and then she surprised him by kissing him, her lips straying over his. When she pulled away, her green eyes were wide and wanting. “I missed you, every day. I tried so hard not to think about you, but I always did. I wished so many times that my first wasn’t that terrible intern my first summer at the DP. It was over before it started.”
Clark blinked. “Huh?”
“Clark, I want you.”
“Oh, I…” he fumbled, standing up fast. “Chlo, that’s…I was shot earlier and it’s been a weird few days and I can’t and…”
“It’s okay if you’ve never, you know.”
Clark stopped and glared back at her. “I have. I don’t know why you keep thinking that.”
Chloe chortled. “You can’t lie for shit. I just, please, we’ve been apart way too long. If things had been different…”
“…yeah, I always felt that too,” he said, swallowing hard. “I love you.”
“I love you too, knew it when you saved me from that crazy cop. I…it’s always you.”
Clark was done with talking then. He shucked off his shirt and jeans in superspeed and blurred back over to the bed. Chloe yipped when she realized what had happened. “Clark! Wow, give a girl some warning.”
He stilled then and blushed. Oh right, that probably wasn’t something other guys did. “I’m sorry. I…”
She reached out and squeezed his hand. “It’s okay. I just like watching. Wait you don’t, uh, in superspeed, do you?”
“I wouldn’t, no,” he said, and he was pretty sure that was true. He knew the difference between the two when he was doing anything else so he was hopeful that he wouldn’t during sex. “If this is weird, I get it.”
She rolled her eyes and took off her top and her skirt, leaving her in only thin lace bra and panties. Clark blinked his heat vision back hard as she quirked her eyebrows at him. “And your eyes glow amber, interesting.”
“Chlo!”
She shrugged and traced her fingers over her nipples through the fabric of her bra. “Well, look at it this way. I’m meteor enhanced and I glow, right?”
“Uh, yeah,” he said and his voice was so husky then, like a stranger’s.
“And you’re an alien so it might be a little sad if everything were exactly the same, don’t you think?”
“This isn’t going to work,” he said, and then he shut up fast because Chloe unhooked her bra and his higher thought stopped at the sight of her rose colored nipples before him.
She ran her fingers in between her breasts and down the midline of her stomach, tracing patterns over her belly button. As he watched, she began to glow rose, and now that he was clear-headed, could see the extent of the light show spreading over her body, he was sure it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“I think we forget about what’s supposed to be normal and just think about us,” she said, kissing him.
That was it. He might not have been human but he was close enough because everything was flowing south and his brain was not getting the blood at all. All he knew was that Chloe was soft and warm in his grip, and he loved the feel of her in his arm. He blurred once more, just one more thing, and had his boxers off and her fully under him on the bed.
Chloe shook her head when she processed everything. “Again, don’t be the fastest man alive tonight.”
He laughed. “I actually don’t think I am. The stripping part’s boring,” he said, nudging against her core with his length.
She said nothing more but started kissing him, her lips teasing over his earlobes and his throat. Clark slammed his eyes shut, feeling the fire rise behind his lids. Without his sight and his bearings, it took a bit to maneuver everything correctly. But he figured it out, and slid slowly into her, hissing at the fiery heat of Chloe around his cock. She was panting under him and trying (but failing) to dig her nails into his back.
He started to rock his hips then and she bucked her own, matching his rhythm until they were going at a frenetic pace. He didn’t feel like his eyes were burning, no. It was as if his body were on fire, every nerve ending exploding with life. Even with his lids slammed shut, he could sense the light building over her, just on the edge of what he could perceive. It spurred him on.
He was rocking harder with her, finally felt her come, screaming his name and he followed soon after, and it was like going nova, like he’d exploded along with her. Then there was the lightness, this incredibly feeling of calm.
Finally, after a while, the burning behind his eyes abated, and Clark felt safe to open his eyes. Chloe was still faintly golden across all of her skin but she was laughing too. “Well, that was different.”
Clark blushed and looked away. “But it wasn’t bad, was it?”
She kissed his lips and bit the lower one a bit as she did it. “It was amazing. I’ve never had an orgasm that left me floating,” she said.
“Huh?”
Chloe pointed down and he groaned, realizing he was still hovering four feet above the mattress and she was still gripped in his arms. “You know, Superman, maybe I got the right name after all.”
He snorted and kissed her cheek. “Nah, Chloe, it’s just us. Here? It’s always just us.”
She snuggled up closer to him and let out a contented sigh, the glow finally disappearing from her skin. “I like that then, Clark. It certainly took long enough.”
“Sure did.”